Serena rolled from one side to the other as she felt the car take its
turns, and kept banging her head each time it took a bump. Crying in the
darkness if the confined Space, Serena constantly shouted. Hitting the
trunk lid with her fist, she slowly felt them go numb, almost feeling the
bruises surface. Stopping her banging briefly to press her hands against
both sides of the trunk as they turned, she suddenly went flying up, and
with a bang, hit her head. Landing hard on the floor of the trunk, Serena
screamed in agony. Curling up into a ball, Serena pressed her back against
the side wall, and felt the top of her head. Touching a patch of wetness,
she cringed as she began to feel dizzy. She had a concussion, she knew it.
Resting her head on the floor, Serena slowly cried. She was a fool. A
complete moron. Why had she left Darien's house? I she hadn't, she was
quite sure she wouldn't be in pain now. Closing her eyes, she tried to not
throw up. Swallowing hard, she took a deep breath of cold, stale air.
Hopefully, she wouldn't die of asphyxiation before she reached her
destination. Wherever that was.
Gritting her teeth in pain for a bit longer, Serena felt the car stop suddenly. Afraid to move her head, she just layed there. Seeing a crack of night sky through a crack in the lid, it suddenly opened, and over her stood three men. Or, boys. They looked like teenagers. One of them she recognized as the one who had pushed her in, while the other two were dressed all in black. Gothic, wearing turtle necks, they seemed to be nervous. "Okay, get up." Said the guy she did recognize. Serena didn't budge though. "Get up!" he said harshly, shaking her. Serena only cringed, letting out a quiet "Oww." The guy suddenly seemed scared, "What's wrong with you?" he asked. Serena didn't answer. Leaning over, the guy looked at her face and noticed a line of blood running across her forehead. "Oh shit." He said. When suddenly, he let out a gasp, falling backwards to the ground. Curling into a ball, he strained in trying to breath.
Serena had kicked him squarely between the legs. Her foot hanging out of the trunk, though the rest of her body was motionless. Stepping back quickly, the other two guys just stared at her. "What should we do man?" One asked the other. "Get her inside I guess." Said the other.
Feeling herself being lifted, Serena was barely aware of where she was going. One guy held her under her arms, while the other carried her feet. Her chin resting on her chest, Serena didn't notice what place she was being carried into, until she saw marble floor beneath her. Hearing the stomps of shoes on the hard floor, Serena shut her eyes. She didn't want to realize the overwhelming irony that was obviously plaguing her. Hearing a grunt, Serena found herself lying on the cold floor. Shivering as she felt the coolness of it touch her back where her shirt and jacket had risen up. Rolling her head to the side, she felt a warm fluid roll down her scalp, to pool a little on the floor below her. Hearing heavy footsteps, Serena opened her eyes to a slit, and saw the guy she had kicked limping into the house, slamming the door behind him. A click of shoes on the floor, echoed through her brain. A woman was in the room as well. "Where do you want her?" asked a boy. Silence lingered for a moment. "Back room." Came a female voice. Again being carried in the same fashion, Serena closed her eyes, wishing she was back inside her old room in North Carolina before her father died; resting in her bed, and hearing the soft chatter of her parents in the living room. Everything was simpler then. No money troubles, no surprise, Just the knowledge your whole world was in perfect harmony.
Dropped to the floor with a thud, Serena moaned out loud, as she heard a door close somewhere in the background of her thoughts. Opening her eyes a little, Serena saw light flicker in the room. There was a fire lit somewhere out of her view, and it was the only light. Too afraid to move her head, she rolled her eyes slowly around the room, finally resting them on a burning set of violet ones. "So nice to see you again." Came a cool female voice. Looking around, Serena found herself lying between a couch, and a coffee table. "No use in planning an escape sweetie. The last one you pulled off nearly cost you your life. Or so it seems." The woman bent down, to hover over her head, "Your injured. Hmm, I guess that's what I get for hiring humans to do a vamps job." She said snickering. The woman tucked a strand of long black hair behind her ear, "I can't believe you're the one. Who are you? I replica of what was?" she spat angrily. "Well, replicas aren't as good as the real thing. And you aren't half as good as I am. I can feel your weakness radiating off you. You're pathetic." Gasping, Serena took a deep breath. "what's the mater? Cat got your tongue?" she asked. Serena gasped once more, "No." she stated softly, "it's just that I was jumped by a pair of goons who were hired to do the dirty work of a pretty little slut..." She had no idea where her strength to say it, nor where her sudden memory of the event had come from. The woman just smiled down at her. "So, you can speak." She said. "I don't understand why you just don't give up girl. You'll never be me. Why try? You're mortal. You'd do yourself a favor by killing yourself." Gesturing with her head to the table, Serena looked at it. On it rested a glass of, what looked to be, wine. "That drink will cure you of your ills. It'll help you." She said in an unnaturally sweet voice. Serena looked back up at the woman. Inhuman eyes bore into hers. She was trying something on her, though Serena wasn't giving in, "You.. can't make me." She said huffing. The woman stood up quickly. "Like Hell I can't!" she yelled.
Walking from the kitchen, and into his foyer, Darien gave a look around. Everything seemed too still. He had just risen, a bit earlier than normal, with the full setting of the sun, and felt the need to feed. Though his heart didn't seem to crave new blood, as much as it craved the presence of a certain young woman, who should have been in his bedroom. But, for some reason, he couldn't feel her there. Sensing danger at her disappearance, he searched with his mind, heightening his senses entirely. He could feel every grain of wood made to build his home. The heartbeats of the creature outside, as well as the scent that lingered around him. Sniffing he air, his gaze was drawn to the center of the entryway before him. Walking to it, he stood directly over a spot of red that defiled the floor. Leaning down, he sniffed faintly, knowing it. Getting up quickly, he bared his fangs and growled so loud, that it echoed. Practically flying to the back of his house, he could feel the hurt of a body, but the strength of a spirit. It was Serena, and she wasn't alone.
Callista stood over Serena, holding the glass in her hands. "It won't matter. As soon as this touches your lips, you'll be too tempted to drink it." Serena moaned in frustration, when a sudden crash made her mentally jump, causing her to wince in pain. Suddenly, the woman was no longer standing over her. She heard a scuffle, and figured someone had taken enough pity on her to stop the woman.
Darien held Callista up in he air by her throat, pressing her back hard into the wall. Callista seemed too entranced by the fact it was Darien, to do anything about it though. "Darien." she tried to choke out, "MASTER!! You address me as Master!!" he yelled in a tone that scared her. Eyes glazed in rage, he had seen the shape Serena was in, and was out for vengeance. "Darien, I was trying to protect you." She said. Darien only tightened his grip, hearing her sudden intake of breath, 'You were trying to get rid of her for your own selfish needs!" he yelled. Lifting her back up of the wall, still holding her by her throat, Darien threw her across the room. Callista's body hit the wall with a bang, before dropping to the floor. Darien was breathing hard, ice flowing in his veins. Slowly, Callista got up to stand, slightly slouching in pain, "Darien.." She growled, "I am the mistress of the new world. You cannot replace me." She said. Darien snarled, "You were never mistress. You've had no right. You are not mine, we have nothing together. You are a wench!" he yelled, "Now, I want you to leave this house, and never come back." Dropping down, Darien swept Serena up into his arms. "I always suspected one of the elders from the old world had spies close to me. So tell me, Callista, what do they want!? What do they want with Her!?" he asked, gesturing to he girl in his arms. Callista, took a step back, "I told you Darien. I hold my allegiance to you. To you!" "And you prove it by trying to murder the love of my life!? My world, my soul, my wife!?" he yelled. Callista shook her head, "You're a fool. Maybe she is your love, but she's only that because you created it from her. You want her so badly to be the one, so you can stop your search. But you'll see, in the end, you'll see." She said placidly. Turning, Callista walked out of the room.
Serena had heard everything, but she couldn't understand it. What were they talking about? Feeling the smooth motions of the man holding her, Serena was barely ware he was taking her somewhere. Seeing a familiar door open, Serna knew where she was. Back in the mans bed. Being lowered down, Serena felt the soft touch of the mattress, "Serena, Serena, don't sleep Serena. You have a concussion." Serena slightly nodded her head, "I know." She whispered. Darien sighed, and slowly turned her head to look at her wound. Serena moaned, "I just have to look love, that's all. I need to see if you need proper attention." Serena winced, as she felt his hands encircle the wound, and gently part her hair. Darien scowled, he head was split open. Luckily there was no damage to her skull, but she would need stitches.
Taking his hands away form her scalp, he looked at his fingertips. They were stained in blood. Her blood. Feeling his heart race, Darien began to breath heavier, as a vision of him holding his mouth to her neck, entered his mind. "Darien." He heard a feint whisper, "Darien, I don't feel so well." She said. Growling in frustration over his hunger, he turned on his heel, "I will have someone look at your wound Serena" he said through clenched teeth. Serena stared at hi retreating back, "Dari.." He left, closing the door behind him with a slight slam. Serena winced at the noise. "Darien?" she whispered again.
Walking down the hall, Darien felt the presence of the others in his house. They were early. Practically flying downstairs, he met them in his foyer, "Darien, are you ready then?" Asked a tall, muscular, blue eyed man. Darien felt his fangs elongate, "Yes, though I must know. Is here anyone here who has already fed?" he asked, scanning the room. A slightly shorter man with long, blond, wavy hair, and brown eyes stood up, "I have." He said. Darien nodded, "Zoicite, you will stay here then. There is a certain person who needs medical aid. I'm sure you will be of assistance. She is in my chamber." Zoicite nodded, "Yes master." Making a sound of impatience, Darien quickly turned around to leave, "We hunt." He said, opening the front door, he allowed three of the four men, pass through. Though not leaving until he saw Zoicite heading up the stairs, "Zoicite." He called. Stopping, Zoicite turned to look at him. "I trust you brother. Take care of her. For I dare to say, your life depends on it." He said. Zoicite nodded, "Of coarse master. Though, I would like to inquire about what happened to Callista. She no longer lingers in these halls. I can no longer sense her." Darien snarled, "And count on sensing her again." He said. Zoicite nodded slightly, "I understand. Do not worry Darien." Darien calmed himself a little, "Thank you." Zoicite smiled in reply, and with that, Darien left. Disappearing into the darkness, to hunt.
Serena opened her eyes a bit more. He head throbbed, and her vision was blurry. Feeling feint, and about to fall asleep, Serena noticed a stream of light fall across the bed. Looking towards the door, she saw a man. Entering the room, she saw a black bag in his hand. It was a doctors bag. Sitting on the bed, Serena got a good look at the mans face. He was handsome, but what one of Darien's friends wasn't? "Are you a doctor." She asked quietly. The man grinned, "Well, something like that." He said. Darien closed her eyes, nodding her head as if se understood. She heard him chuckle then, "Don't worry." He said, placing a hand over hers, "I am an expert at this. And Darien has a rather large stock of medical supplies. He was a doctor once you know." Serena opened her eyes in shock. The man placed the bag on the bed, head bowed as if looking into it, though his eyes found hers, as his smile still lingered on his lips. "We shall have you feeling better in no time." He said. Closing her eyes, Serena waited patiently for him to begin. "You will sleep as soon as I'm finished. You've lost quite a bit of....." Serena raised an eyebrow, "Blood." He finished. " Sleep....I don't believe I need any more of that." She said. "I shouldn't sleep either. It's...dangerous." The man sighed, "Once I'm done with you, you'll be well enough to rest. I promise." Sighing, Serena didn't object. Feeling him part her hair, she gasped under the pain.
Serena didn't move. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't asleep. She couldn't sleep. Not any more. Too many things had happened and this was, by far, the worst. She touched her bandaged head in remorse. She Was attacked, kidnapped, and one again she ended up in the same room. Opening her eyes suddenly, she sat up quickly in bed. Sudden realization setting in. She wasn't in Darien's room any longer Looking around, the room looked very familiar, and she smiled wryly. It was the same one that Darien had put her in when she was recovering from the first incident. Though this time, the situation was bit more serious. This was the last time she would end up there. "He's not gonna get away with treating me like this." She said to herself.
Throwing the covers off, she ran out of the room, and followed the long hallway to the stairs. Looking down them, she saw light coming from the foyer. Luckily, it was still night, so that meant the Darien would still be awake. Though, she was wondering about all the bad things that lurked in the night as well.
Walking down the stairs quietly, she turned and entered the foyer where she was greeted with a stone faced Darien. He sat in a large chair, facing the entrance, with a glass of dark wine sitting on the table beside him. The picture of comfort, with a roaring fire in the fireplace, the only light. He smiled a slight smile, "So good to see your up." He said. He wore his typical dark suit, dressed to kill, with his typical smirk. "Darien," she said, balling her hands into fists at her sides. "What is going on?" she asked.
Darien suddenly stood up, picking up the glass of wine around the rim, using his fingertips. He slowly sauntered up to her, "Would you care for a drink?" he asked, prompting it to her. Serena took the glass from him, and threw it into the fire with a shatter and a roar of the flame. "Perhaps I was mistaken." He said, smiling. Serena slapped him right across the face, the sound of it echoing through the room. Darien's head followed her hand, and stayed looking at the wall for a few seconds, before slowly turning back to her, "I see some things never change." Serenas eyes went wide, and she raised her hand to slap him again, though this time her caught her hand, " Uh, uh-uh." He said. Serena practically growled, he only chuckled in reply, kissing the back of her captured hand.
Stealing it away from him, she rubbed the kissed area in anger, and glared at him, "So, I see I now repulse you." He said turning and sitting back down in his chair. She walked up to him, "What have you done Darien? Tell me what's going on. I keep being attacked by things, and for some reason, I keep up ending it your f***ing bed!" she yelled. Darien raised an eyebrow at her, "Tsk Tsk love. Swearing does not become you." "And you stop calling me that! I am not your love. You don't even care about me you ass! You lock me up in rooms, and use me for you own purposes..." Darien suddenly stood up, frigged with anger. He towered over her, as he leered at her. Fear quickly rose in Serena, and she turned to leave; but as she ran to the exit, the double doors of the foyer closed; she was trapped. Turning around, she found herself face to face with Darien, his face bowed to stare at her. Serena pressed her back to the doors, "Please, don't hurt me." She said pitifully, feeling tears sting her eyes. "Serena." Darien said huskily, a deep hurt in his voice, "Don't you ever think, or say, that I don't care about you!" he said, with a raised voice. Serna trembled, and bowed her head to stare at the ground.
She heard him sigh, feeling his hands cupping her face, to gently lift it up to his vision. "Serena, look at Me." He said in his husky voice. Serena refused to open her eyes "Serena, look at Me." Serena sniffled a bit, slowly opening her eyes to see a face of pure unexpected kindness, and, love?, "I would never hurt you....." He whispered, running his eyes over her face, and letting his gaze linger on her lips. "I would never...." It was as if he couldn't finish his words. His eyes were dark, and the fires glow bronzed his skin. Serena let a gasp form, and die in her throat, as she stared at him. He looked straight into her eyes.
"I.." Darien tried to form words, but found it terribly hard, "Serena, you are the only.." He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath and exhaling. Looking back at her with now a calm face, he smiled a genuine smile, "Serena, their isn't anything I can say, that wont sound completely moronic to you. And that's because, you don't remember Me." He said sadly. Taking his hands away from her face, Darien sighed, and leaned his head back to look at the ceiling, "I can't possibly make you understand all that you are to me." Serena swallowed hard, "Darien, I'm sick." She said, sniffing. Looking back at her, Darien touched her hair, "You're not feeling well.". "No!" she yelled. Covering her mouth with her hand, Serena looked at the ground, scared by her sudden outburst. "Darien." She whispered, "I am sick, of being treated this way, and you with, with your..." Serena shook her head, looking back at him, "With your damn mystery! It's been three days, no, or is It four now? Wait, God, I have no recollection of time, or, or even what day it is! I swear!" Serena placed her hands on her head, and walked around him, pacing in front of the fire. "ONE Night, one night out of my life, and I end up like this! Bruised, look at my hands Darien! Look! They're bruised!" she held out her fists, "And, This, I have two fang marks in my neck! I was bitten by a vampire!" she said, touching her neck, "I've been beaten, thrown into cars, pounced on, scared shitless, and all you can do, is swoon over me, like I was some damsel in distress! Well I'm NOT! I am a very capable person, I have a life, I have a family, and I have friends, goals! Shit, I have dreams Darien. And all of them , have been ripped out of my hands over the past three, four,...... whatever days! So answer me this Darien! Answer one question one simple question, without metaphor, without question just answer ME!" she yelled, angrily, breathing heavily after her rant.
Darien just stood there, mouth turned in a quirky smirk, as if trying to withhold laughter. Clearing his throat, He placed his hands in his pockets, "Ok Serena, ask away. I'll answer anything." He said calmly. Serena ran her hands through her hair, taking off the bandage with a slight ouch, " I want to know." She said glaring at the floor, "I want to know.....What the hell is the TIME!" she yelled. Darien looked at his watch briefly, and looked back up at her, "It's nine-thirty." He said.
Swaying a little at her overwhelming emotion, Serna slowly, bent her knees, and carefully, sat down on the floor, keeping her eyes on the pattern of the carpet below her. "Damn.." she whispered to herself. Daren raised an eyebrow, "Something wrong?" he asked sweetly. Serena shook her head, "It's just that, its just.....I had so many better questions.." With that Serena began to sob, burying her face in her hands. In a sudden sweep of emotion, Darien bent down to her and wrapped his arms around her slender form, tucking her head under the crook of his neck, and smoothing her hair down as she cried. Serena instinctively, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and let go./ She had been through so much, and without one bit of comfort. She had never needed anyone before, never needed a man in her life. Once her father died, she had to learn to be more self sufficient, and supportive. But in that single second, she had given in. She had given in to all the hopelessness that she had pent up inside from her loneliness. And what's more, is that she gave it to Darien, a man that could probably kill her by sheer thought. A dangerous creature indeed. Though, she couldn't explain the feeling she had towards him at that moment. Like her life was actually going to be better, now that he was in it.
"Serena" he said, once her tears stopped falling, and her sobs and shakes became less frequent, "I will answer you anything Serena. I can't promise to tell you everything, because I don't know everything. Though, I will try." Serena sniffled, and shook on last time, before swallowing, "You promise?" she asked quietly. Darien smiled, "I promise.."
******************************************************************* Finally. I am so thankful I was able to finish this chapter. Sorry for the delay. This semester just started, and I have to get on the ball. Hope you like it. Please, pray for my sanity, and my loonisy. For without both, I wouldn't be able to survive. Gotta go, Ciao for now -Twigs
Gritting her teeth in pain for a bit longer, Serena felt the car stop suddenly. Afraid to move her head, she just layed there. Seeing a crack of night sky through a crack in the lid, it suddenly opened, and over her stood three men. Or, boys. They looked like teenagers. One of them she recognized as the one who had pushed her in, while the other two were dressed all in black. Gothic, wearing turtle necks, they seemed to be nervous. "Okay, get up." Said the guy she did recognize. Serena didn't budge though. "Get up!" he said harshly, shaking her. Serena only cringed, letting out a quiet "Oww." The guy suddenly seemed scared, "What's wrong with you?" he asked. Serena didn't answer. Leaning over, the guy looked at her face and noticed a line of blood running across her forehead. "Oh shit." He said. When suddenly, he let out a gasp, falling backwards to the ground. Curling into a ball, he strained in trying to breath.
Serena had kicked him squarely between the legs. Her foot hanging out of the trunk, though the rest of her body was motionless. Stepping back quickly, the other two guys just stared at her. "What should we do man?" One asked the other. "Get her inside I guess." Said the other.
Feeling herself being lifted, Serena was barely aware of where she was going. One guy held her under her arms, while the other carried her feet. Her chin resting on her chest, Serena didn't notice what place she was being carried into, until she saw marble floor beneath her. Hearing the stomps of shoes on the hard floor, Serena shut her eyes. She didn't want to realize the overwhelming irony that was obviously plaguing her. Hearing a grunt, Serena found herself lying on the cold floor. Shivering as she felt the coolness of it touch her back where her shirt and jacket had risen up. Rolling her head to the side, she felt a warm fluid roll down her scalp, to pool a little on the floor below her. Hearing heavy footsteps, Serena opened her eyes to a slit, and saw the guy she had kicked limping into the house, slamming the door behind him. A click of shoes on the floor, echoed through her brain. A woman was in the room as well. "Where do you want her?" asked a boy. Silence lingered for a moment. "Back room." Came a female voice. Again being carried in the same fashion, Serena closed her eyes, wishing she was back inside her old room in North Carolina before her father died; resting in her bed, and hearing the soft chatter of her parents in the living room. Everything was simpler then. No money troubles, no surprise, Just the knowledge your whole world was in perfect harmony.
Dropped to the floor with a thud, Serena moaned out loud, as she heard a door close somewhere in the background of her thoughts. Opening her eyes a little, Serena saw light flicker in the room. There was a fire lit somewhere out of her view, and it was the only light. Too afraid to move her head, she rolled her eyes slowly around the room, finally resting them on a burning set of violet ones. "So nice to see you again." Came a cool female voice. Looking around, Serena found herself lying between a couch, and a coffee table. "No use in planning an escape sweetie. The last one you pulled off nearly cost you your life. Or so it seems." The woman bent down, to hover over her head, "Your injured. Hmm, I guess that's what I get for hiring humans to do a vamps job." She said snickering. The woman tucked a strand of long black hair behind her ear, "I can't believe you're the one. Who are you? I replica of what was?" she spat angrily. "Well, replicas aren't as good as the real thing. And you aren't half as good as I am. I can feel your weakness radiating off you. You're pathetic." Gasping, Serena took a deep breath. "what's the mater? Cat got your tongue?" she asked. Serena gasped once more, "No." she stated softly, "it's just that I was jumped by a pair of goons who were hired to do the dirty work of a pretty little slut..." She had no idea where her strength to say it, nor where her sudden memory of the event had come from. The woman just smiled down at her. "So, you can speak." She said. "I don't understand why you just don't give up girl. You'll never be me. Why try? You're mortal. You'd do yourself a favor by killing yourself." Gesturing with her head to the table, Serena looked at it. On it rested a glass of, what looked to be, wine. "That drink will cure you of your ills. It'll help you." She said in an unnaturally sweet voice. Serena looked back up at the woman. Inhuman eyes bore into hers. She was trying something on her, though Serena wasn't giving in, "You.. can't make me." She said huffing. The woman stood up quickly. "Like Hell I can't!" she yelled.
Walking from the kitchen, and into his foyer, Darien gave a look around. Everything seemed too still. He had just risen, a bit earlier than normal, with the full setting of the sun, and felt the need to feed. Though his heart didn't seem to crave new blood, as much as it craved the presence of a certain young woman, who should have been in his bedroom. But, for some reason, he couldn't feel her there. Sensing danger at her disappearance, he searched with his mind, heightening his senses entirely. He could feel every grain of wood made to build his home. The heartbeats of the creature outside, as well as the scent that lingered around him. Sniffing he air, his gaze was drawn to the center of the entryway before him. Walking to it, he stood directly over a spot of red that defiled the floor. Leaning down, he sniffed faintly, knowing it. Getting up quickly, he bared his fangs and growled so loud, that it echoed. Practically flying to the back of his house, he could feel the hurt of a body, but the strength of a spirit. It was Serena, and she wasn't alone.
Callista stood over Serena, holding the glass in her hands. "It won't matter. As soon as this touches your lips, you'll be too tempted to drink it." Serena moaned in frustration, when a sudden crash made her mentally jump, causing her to wince in pain. Suddenly, the woman was no longer standing over her. She heard a scuffle, and figured someone had taken enough pity on her to stop the woman.
Darien held Callista up in he air by her throat, pressing her back hard into the wall. Callista seemed too entranced by the fact it was Darien, to do anything about it though. "Darien." she tried to choke out, "MASTER!! You address me as Master!!" he yelled in a tone that scared her. Eyes glazed in rage, he had seen the shape Serena was in, and was out for vengeance. "Darien, I was trying to protect you." She said. Darien only tightened his grip, hearing her sudden intake of breath, 'You were trying to get rid of her for your own selfish needs!" he yelled. Lifting her back up of the wall, still holding her by her throat, Darien threw her across the room. Callista's body hit the wall with a bang, before dropping to the floor. Darien was breathing hard, ice flowing in his veins. Slowly, Callista got up to stand, slightly slouching in pain, "Darien.." She growled, "I am the mistress of the new world. You cannot replace me." She said. Darien snarled, "You were never mistress. You've had no right. You are not mine, we have nothing together. You are a wench!" he yelled, "Now, I want you to leave this house, and never come back." Dropping down, Darien swept Serena up into his arms. "I always suspected one of the elders from the old world had spies close to me. So tell me, Callista, what do they want!? What do they want with Her!?" he asked, gesturing to he girl in his arms. Callista, took a step back, "I told you Darien. I hold my allegiance to you. To you!" "And you prove it by trying to murder the love of my life!? My world, my soul, my wife!?" he yelled. Callista shook her head, "You're a fool. Maybe she is your love, but she's only that because you created it from her. You want her so badly to be the one, so you can stop your search. But you'll see, in the end, you'll see." She said placidly. Turning, Callista walked out of the room.
Serena had heard everything, but she couldn't understand it. What were they talking about? Feeling the smooth motions of the man holding her, Serena was barely ware he was taking her somewhere. Seeing a familiar door open, Serna knew where she was. Back in the mans bed. Being lowered down, Serena felt the soft touch of the mattress, "Serena, Serena, don't sleep Serena. You have a concussion." Serena slightly nodded her head, "I know." She whispered. Darien sighed, and slowly turned her head to look at her wound. Serena moaned, "I just have to look love, that's all. I need to see if you need proper attention." Serena winced, as she felt his hands encircle the wound, and gently part her hair. Darien scowled, he head was split open. Luckily there was no damage to her skull, but she would need stitches.
Taking his hands away form her scalp, he looked at his fingertips. They were stained in blood. Her blood. Feeling his heart race, Darien began to breath heavier, as a vision of him holding his mouth to her neck, entered his mind. "Darien." He heard a feint whisper, "Darien, I don't feel so well." She said. Growling in frustration over his hunger, he turned on his heel, "I will have someone look at your wound Serena" he said through clenched teeth. Serena stared at hi retreating back, "Dari.." He left, closing the door behind him with a slight slam. Serena winced at the noise. "Darien?" she whispered again.
Walking down the hall, Darien felt the presence of the others in his house. They were early. Practically flying downstairs, he met them in his foyer, "Darien, are you ready then?" Asked a tall, muscular, blue eyed man. Darien felt his fangs elongate, "Yes, though I must know. Is here anyone here who has already fed?" he asked, scanning the room. A slightly shorter man with long, blond, wavy hair, and brown eyes stood up, "I have." He said. Darien nodded, "Zoicite, you will stay here then. There is a certain person who needs medical aid. I'm sure you will be of assistance. She is in my chamber." Zoicite nodded, "Yes master." Making a sound of impatience, Darien quickly turned around to leave, "We hunt." He said, opening the front door, he allowed three of the four men, pass through. Though not leaving until he saw Zoicite heading up the stairs, "Zoicite." He called. Stopping, Zoicite turned to look at him. "I trust you brother. Take care of her. For I dare to say, your life depends on it." He said. Zoicite nodded, "Of coarse master. Though, I would like to inquire about what happened to Callista. She no longer lingers in these halls. I can no longer sense her." Darien snarled, "And count on sensing her again." He said. Zoicite nodded slightly, "I understand. Do not worry Darien." Darien calmed himself a little, "Thank you." Zoicite smiled in reply, and with that, Darien left. Disappearing into the darkness, to hunt.
Serena opened her eyes a bit more. He head throbbed, and her vision was blurry. Feeling feint, and about to fall asleep, Serena noticed a stream of light fall across the bed. Looking towards the door, she saw a man. Entering the room, she saw a black bag in his hand. It was a doctors bag. Sitting on the bed, Serena got a good look at the mans face. He was handsome, but what one of Darien's friends wasn't? "Are you a doctor." She asked quietly. The man grinned, "Well, something like that." He said. Darien closed her eyes, nodding her head as if se understood. She heard him chuckle then, "Don't worry." He said, placing a hand over hers, "I am an expert at this. And Darien has a rather large stock of medical supplies. He was a doctor once you know." Serena opened her eyes in shock. The man placed the bag on the bed, head bowed as if looking into it, though his eyes found hers, as his smile still lingered on his lips. "We shall have you feeling better in no time." He said. Closing her eyes, Serena waited patiently for him to begin. "You will sleep as soon as I'm finished. You've lost quite a bit of....." Serena raised an eyebrow, "Blood." He finished. " Sleep....I don't believe I need any more of that." She said. "I shouldn't sleep either. It's...dangerous." The man sighed, "Once I'm done with you, you'll be well enough to rest. I promise." Sighing, Serena didn't object. Feeling him part her hair, she gasped under the pain.
Serena didn't move. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't asleep. She couldn't sleep. Not any more. Too many things had happened and this was, by far, the worst. She touched her bandaged head in remorse. She Was attacked, kidnapped, and one again she ended up in the same room. Opening her eyes suddenly, she sat up quickly in bed. Sudden realization setting in. She wasn't in Darien's room any longer Looking around, the room looked very familiar, and she smiled wryly. It was the same one that Darien had put her in when she was recovering from the first incident. Though this time, the situation was bit more serious. This was the last time she would end up there. "He's not gonna get away with treating me like this." She said to herself.
Throwing the covers off, she ran out of the room, and followed the long hallway to the stairs. Looking down them, she saw light coming from the foyer. Luckily, it was still night, so that meant the Darien would still be awake. Though, she was wondering about all the bad things that lurked in the night as well.
Walking down the stairs quietly, she turned and entered the foyer where she was greeted with a stone faced Darien. He sat in a large chair, facing the entrance, with a glass of dark wine sitting on the table beside him. The picture of comfort, with a roaring fire in the fireplace, the only light. He smiled a slight smile, "So good to see your up." He said. He wore his typical dark suit, dressed to kill, with his typical smirk. "Darien," she said, balling her hands into fists at her sides. "What is going on?" she asked.
Darien suddenly stood up, picking up the glass of wine around the rim, using his fingertips. He slowly sauntered up to her, "Would you care for a drink?" he asked, prompting it to her. Serena took the glass from him, and threw it into the fire with a shatter and a roar of the flame. "Perhaps I was mistaken." He said, smiling. Serena slapped him right across the face, the sound of it echoing through the room. Darien's head followed her hand, and stayed looking at the wall for a few seconds, before slowly turning back to her, "I see some things never change." Serenas eyes went wide, and she raised her hand to slap him again, though this time her caught her hand, " Uh, uh-uh." He said. Serena practically growled, he only chuckled in reply, kissing the back of her captured hand.
Stealing it away from him, she rubbed the kissed area in anger, and glared at him, "So, I see I now repulse you." He said turning and sitting back down in his chair. She walked up to him, "What have you done Darien? Tell me what's going on. I keep being attacked by things, and for some reason, I keep up ending it your f***ing bed!" she yelled. Darien raised an eyebrow at her, "Tsk Tsk love. Swearing does not become you." "And you stop calling me that! I am not your love. You don't even care about me you ass! You lock me up in rooms, and use me for you own purposes..." Darien suddenly stood up, frigged with anger. He towered over her, as he leered at her. Fear quickly rose in Serena, and she turned to leave; but as she ran to the exit, the double doors of the foyer closed; she was trapped. Turning around, she found herself face to face with Darien, his face bowed to stare at her. Serena pressed her back to the doors, "Please, don't hurt me." She said pitifully, feeling tears sting her eyes. "Serena." Darien said huskily, a deep hurt in his voice, "Don't you ever think, or say, that I don't care about you!" he said, with a raised voice. Serna trembled, and bowed her head to stare at the ground.
She heard him sigh, feeling his hands cupping her face, to gently lift it up to his vision. "Serena, look at Me." He said in his husky voice. Serena refused to open her eyes "Serena, look at Me." Serena sniffled a bit, slowly opening her eyes to see a face of pure unexpected kindness, and, love?, "I would never hurt you....." He whispered, running his eyes over her face, and letting his gaze linger on her lips. "I would never...." It was as if he couldn't finish his words. His eyes were dark, and the fires glow bronzed his skin. Serena let a gasp form, and die in her throat, as she stared at him. He looked straight into her eyes.
"I.." Darien tried to form words, but found it terribly hard, "Serena, you are the only.." He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath and exhaling. Looking back at her with now a calm face, he smiled a genuine smile, "Serena, their isn't anything I can say, that wont sound completely moronic to you. And that's because, you don't remember Me." He said sadly. Taking his hands away from her face, Darien sighed, and leaned his head back to look at the ceiling, "I can't possibly make you understand all that you are to me." Serena swallowed hard, "Darien, I'm sick." She said, sniffing. Looking back at her, Darien touched her hair, "You're not feeling well.". "No!" she yelled. Covering her mouth with her hand, Serena looked at the ground, scared by her sudden outburst. "Darien." She whispered, "I am sick, of being treated this way, and you with, with your..." Serena shook her head, looking back at him, "With your damn mystery! It's been three days, no, or is It four now? Wait, God, I have no recollection of time, or, or even what day it is! I swear!" Serena placed her hands on her head, and walked around him, pacing in front of the fire. "ONE Night, one night out of my life, and I end up like this! Bruised, look at my hands Darien! Look! They're bruised!" she held out her fists, "And, This, I have two fang marks in my neck! I was bitten by a vampire!" she said, touching her neck, "I've been beaten, thrown into cars, pounced on, scared shitless, and all you can do, is swoon over me, like I was some damsel in distress! Well I'm NOT! I am a very capable person, I have a life, I have a family, and I have friends, goals! Shit, I have dreams Darien. And all of them , have been ripped out of my hands over the past three, four,...... whatever days! So answer me this Darien! Answer one question one simple question, without metaphor, without question just answer ME!" she yelled, angrily, breathing heavily after her rant.
Darien just stood there, mouth turned in a quirky smirk, as if trying to withhold laughter. Clearing his throat, He placed his hands in his pockets, "Ok Serena, ask away. I'll answer anything." He said calmly. Serena ran her hands through her hair, taking off the bandage with a slight ouch, " I want to know." She said glaring at the floor, "I want to know.....What the hell is the TIME!" she yelled. Darien looked at his watch briefly, and looked back up at her, "It's nine-thirty." He said.
Swaying a little at her overwhelming emotion, Serna slowly, bent her knees, and carefully, sat down on the floor, keeping her eyes on the pattern of the carpet below her. "Damn.." she whispered to herself. Daren raised an eyebrow, "Something wrong?" he asked sweetly. Serena shook her head, "It's just that, its just.....I had so many better questions.." With that Serena began to sob, burying her face in her hands. In a sudden sweep of emotion, Darien bent down to her and wrapped his arms around her slender form, tucking her head under the crook of his neck, and smoothing her hair down as she cried. Serena instinctively, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and let go./ She had been through so much, and without one bit of comfort. She had never needed anyone before, never needed a man in her life. Once her father died, she had to learn to be more self sufficient, and supportive. But in that single second, she had given in. She had given in to all the hopelessness that she had pent up inside from her loneliness. And what's more, is that she gave it to Darien, a man that could probably kill her by sheer thought. A dangerous creature indeed. Though, she couldn't explain the feeling she had towards him at that moment. Like her life was actually going to be better, now that he was in it.
"Serena" he said, once her tears stopped falling, and her sobs and shakes became less frequent, "I will answer you anything Serena. I can't promise to tell you everything, because I don't know everything. Though, I will try." Serena sniffled, and shook on last time, before swallowing, "You promise?" she asked quietly. Darien smiled, "I promise.."
******************************************************************* Finally. I am so thankful I was able to finish this chapter. Sorry for the delay. This semester just started, and I have to get on the ball. Hope you like it. Please, pray for my sanity, and my loonisy. For without both, I wouldn't be able to survive. Gotta go, Ciao for now -Twigs